Intro:
   G  C G   D G
   C G  D G

Verse 1:
       G                             C              G
Upon a missile rode the Lord roaring justice is the sword
                                    D
He was melting off the faces of the damned
         G                                    C                G
You have heard of Noah's flood that tale will pale against the blood
                           D       G
Pouring out and boiling in uranium sands
          C                         G
Don't you know atomic power is just God's celestial shower
                                                         D
There are those that he has chosen and those that he has not
          G                        C                  G
There are many who will die in the Lord's plan by and by
G                                            D         G
But it won't be you or I thanks to the great Caucasian God

Chorus:
        C       G
I said "Lord be thou near
                                                           D
Blot out everything that's strange to me everything that's queer
        G             C
I said "Lord don't be far
     G                                    D         G
I am in need of a friend indeed the great Caucasian God

Verse 2:
             G                           C
Does not the Lord abide in Texas down in Waco
                                          D
And the rest of every Israel that hubris ever claimed
      G                              C             G
Don't the Lord abide in prisons full of men with holy visions
G
Don't the Lord abide in every tent and cave
         C                               G
Does not the Lord abide in bunkers every rifle without number
                                     D
Every ruby ridge and Rittenhouse and home
             G                  C
Does not the Lord abide in fear in tactical gear
G                             D   G
Don't the Lord abide in every hellbent soul

Chorus:
        C       G
I said "Lord be thou near
                                                           D
Blot out everything that's strange to me everything that's queer
        G             C
I said "Lord don't be far
     G                                    D         G   Ab
I am in need of a friend indeed the great Caucasian God

Bridge:
Ab
I want to take a moment to talk with y'all about death
Ab
There are many that fear death coming quick and swift in the night
Ab
Taking from them the toil of their hands and the fruits of their labor
Ab
But I say unto you today there ain't a cruer trick that death has played on man
Ab
Than fooling a man into thinking that while his soul is dead inside
              A
He is in fact alive on the outside

Verse 3:
A                                        D                      A
There is a foolish generation squandered all their fathers gave them
                        E
They are running out of time left to enjoy
           A                             D            A
They would kill and eat their own if the TV told them so
                                        E               A
So they're keen to watch the world burn just to prove a point

Chorus:
        D       A
I said "Lord be thou near
                                                           E
Blot out everything that's strange to me everything that's queer
        A             D
I said "Lord don't be far
     A                                       E      A
I am in need of a friend indeed the great Caucasian God
                                    E               D A  E A
I am in need of a friend indeed the great Caucasian God
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